One enormous phantom dragon swooped downward, jaws wide open in a silent roar that shook the earth beneath it.
Another dragged itself across the ground with broken limbs, its presence leaking despair so thick that ordinary cultivators would collapse instantly.
Behind them came countless lesser specters, all twisted by death and madness.
This was why people lost control here.
Anyone lacking a firm mind would be drowned by the emotions carried within those remnants. Fear would become panic. Anger would become madness. Desire would become obsession. In time, they would either break mentally or succumb to the draconic corruption of the valley.
Max merely looked ahead.
Then he activated Keeper's Dominion.
An invisible force spread outward from him in all directions.
